My bunny, Boo, is a small bun, and we humans tower over him almost menacingly. He looks up at me with his big brown eyes, usually wanting to know if I have some sort of treat to give him or wanting to know if I’m about to pick him up, in which he is ready to dart off to avoid!
“Hey up dere! U got any treets for me?”
That’s my sweet baby!
I love me a beautiful sunset. Better than a sunrise, but mostly because I am never up early enough to watch the sun rise, because I love my sleep too much. Ye Gods, how I love my sleep.
Anyhoo, here is my answer to the photo challenge call for color. These two pictures were taken three minutes apart.
So I finally get off my cowardly butt and go to the doctor for the first time since last October. Yeah, I’ve been putting it off because I just knew I would get told something I don’t want to hear. I’m a Type 1 diabetic and I should be having routine doctor visits. Easy to say if you have a reliable car.
Or if you have a car at all.
So my doctor looks at my chart and tells me, based on my last test results, that I could have a heart attack at any time. After she said that, it pretty much knocked the wind out of me, and everything she said after that was pretty much white noise. She took blood, I did the obligatory pee-in-a-cup routine, listened as much as I could to being told that she wants to see me back in 4 weeks and that I have referrals for 4 more doctors all before the end of May.
Actually, the worst thing is that I have to ask friends to take me to these appointments, and I hate that. I hate not being able to drive myself there and back. The lack of independence is more stressful than high blood sugar, for me.
I had to vent. And what’s a blog for, if not to vent, right? I wouldn’t want to keep it all bottled up inside and have a heart attack, right? 
Oh I love listy-prompts!
It is time that I:
1. Clean out the closet and get rid of stuff I never wear.
2. Backed up the computer. Before one more idiotic thing goes wrong.
3. Started eating right. Past time, actually.
4. Cleaning out drawers, too. Spring cleaning time!
5. Made those cranberry/oatmeal bars I keep telling my sister I’m going to make. They’re supposed to actually be healthy.
6. Ditched the 2 and 3-year-old makeup. No excuse for that!
7. Trim Boo’s nails again. This time I’ve got the proper pet-nail trimmers!
8. Cut back on salt. It is said that my great-grandmother once left a hospital to walk down to the local store to buy salt, because she was supposed to have been put on a reduced-salt diet. Being a Branham of course, she wouldn’t have none of that bull, so she went and got her salt anyway. I’m nowhere near that desperate in my need for salt, I’ve just been eating a lot of crackers lately.
9. Get the bunny another bag of hay to stare at. Buns need hay, its essential for their good health. Boo refuses to eat it, the little weirdo, but he’ll sit and look at the bag. Maybe The Spirit will move him to eat it if he stares at a new fresh bag!
10. Went to bed. Haha.
The last thing I did before I went to bed last night was the usual responsible thing: make sure my bunny, Boo, had fresh water to drink for the night, his toys to play with while his humans are unconscious for hours, and clean pee-pads to use.
The last thing I see before I turn out the light is the alarm clock as I set it. I set for 3 in the a.m. so that I can get up and do a blood sugar test. It’s really pointless, setting the clock, because I always smack it off and go back to sleep. Not that I woke up anyway. It’s like my arm has a mind of its own. I go on sleeping while my arm shuts the clock up. So I don’t know why I keep setting the stupid thing for 3 am. Dumb habit. If I feel the need to test my blood sugar in the night, I wake up on my own because something just tells me to.
The last thing I hear before I turn out the light is Boo inspecting his fresh pee-pads. As if he’s wondering where all of his strategically placed poops went. Buns are far more curious than you think. It’s really funny. After the light out and I’m all covered up, its like he’s excited that he has two whole rooms and the hallway all to himself and he runs around inspecting everything to make sure it’s the same way he left it. Bunnies are hilarious.
List at least ten of your favorite sounds!
1. My bunny running around in the night. His little feets go so freakin’ fast!
2. My bunny munching on his noms.
3. An owl close by at night. Some folks may find that to be spooky, but I am rather soothed by it.
4. The crowd going apesh** happy when Dale Jr. wins a race.
5. My sister’s laughs.
6. A newly opened Diet coke, haha!
7. My bunny’s teeth making happy clicky noises when I’m giving him head-pets. It’s the bun-version of purring.
8. birds chirping their freakin’ heads off as the sun comes up. At least someone’s happy its morning.
9. sausage frying.
10. A crackling fireplace.
What are yours?
Heh heh, that’s a clever prompt.
Okay, here’s what I think love smells like: chocolate, sweets, musky perfume, homemade cooking, my bunny’s sweet/musky fur (no kidding. If you are a pet-mommy/daddy and you really love your pet, then you know what I mean.), your own mother’s scent, roses, sugar cookies, and… whatever the air smells like in a Cartier store, hahahahahaha!!!!
Not a prompt, but what about hate? Here’s what I think about that: sulfur, burnt bread, bad breath, elephant sh**, exhaust fumes, something rotted, mold and mildew, pollen, and cigarette smoke. Those kinds of gag-worthy crap.
Oh that prompt is simple enough for me: the enviable talent of working with computers! That way I could find out why my laptop’s system information is MIA! I could find out if it was virus-related or just something the evil, heartless minds at Hewlett-Packard cooked up to make the nearly broke public pay money they can’t afford after the warranty expires to get their piece of crap fixed. I could apply my new tech-savvy talent to fixing my laptop my own damn self and fixing the same problem for others for free. Yeah, that’s right, for free. If anyone wanted to repay me, they could pick from 1) paying me in Diet Cokes or 2.)buy me some pee-pads for my Boo bunny.
He uses an awful lot of pee-pads.
Been busy for most of February. From February 7th to the 17th I had the tremendous pleasure of taking care of a baby dwarf rabbit my sister and I called Timmy. He was a pet shop rescue, and oh! what a love!! He had/has one small, deformed ear, but was/is in otherwise terrific condition. And he was quite a rarity in that he didn’t mind being picked up, held and turned onto his back! He had such a curious, loving personality that it was truly so hard to let him go. He is with a good family now, which I can at least sleep easy about.
The one thing that kept me from keeping him is that I already have one grown, un-neutered male rabby, name of Boo. Now I love my Booey with all my heart, but there is still room in my heart for another bun. There’s just no room for TWO un-neutered buns in this tiny apartment! And it was clear that once Boo met Timmy that Boo wanted to boss baby Tim-Tim around. So I fostered Tim for a short while, until this sweet little bun had a good forever-home to go to. I will always love you, Timmy-bun! I know I will see you again someday, so until then, live a long and happy bunny life!
Below: A Timmy Collage and two more precious pics!
My little Angel Face
“I iz just a babee!”
Well, I apologized to my bunny, Boo, yesterday morning for putting him in a situation that got one of his front paw dew-claws torn completely off. I feel like such a rotten shit about it! Since I’ve become a bunny-mommy I feel that it is just as important to apologize to an animal for something as it is to a human. I’ve heard from many a pet owner that an animal can sense how a human feels, so if this is indeed true, I hope and pray that Boo knows I am sorry, and that I’m tremendously guilt-ridden.
As far as humans go, the last person I apologized to was my sis, because she wanted me to pick her up something at the store and I got the wrong version of it. I don’t like letting my sis down, because she does so much for me all the time. But there you have it, the prompt fulfilled. If I owe anyone out there an apology, now is the best time to call me on it.
